Mimicry, it seems, is high on the priorities list of many a traveller – myself undoubtedly included. Pasty-hued chaps whose sun-starved limbs are usually wrapped in dark, gaberdine wool suddenly thrust themselves into perfectly crinkled, bone-coloured slacks that are perhaps better suited to those whose appendages are perpetually tanned. Handkerchief-thin linen button-ups – in shades… Continue reading
